Driving down one of the town’s main roads into the morning brightness, I felt as if I had taken somewhat of a step back into time. Passing authentic Cape Dutch style buildings and the old bank which still had Eerste Nationale Bank pinned up on the wall, my little time travel ended on the steps of the local Art Museum.

A week ago I met the grandsons of Vorster and Verwoed. And we had tea. The guy who organised it is the young incoming editor for Rapport, City Press’ (the weekly paper I write for) sister paper. He himself comes from influential Afrikaaner stock.

I still remember some of my childhood stories. I can’t even say I had a favourite story – I just loved story time. Even when I was older, I made sure I had my story time. Meanwhile, my mother made sure I was always exposed to books.

When I was 11, I discovered the most interesting library. It was in an ANC camp for MK soldiers in Angola, just outside Luanda.

Like this:

I have been giving a fair number of talks lately, and have begun to look at the works of more renowned speakers with a view to improving my game. Obviously Churchill, whose ability is legendary, had to get a look in. Looking through this speech I understand why he has such an excellent rep and decided to share this with you. Enjoy…

Entitled “Dreams of My Tata”, in this homage to uncle Zwelakhe, Shaka uses the power of imagination to travel into the future and brings back visions of a prosperous and affirmed Africa – the Africa we want, the Africa we must create”